15 chapitres En cours d'écriture Contenu pour adultesThe breaking of worlds is much louder than one might think.
While in all natural senses it is nearly silent; no birds flying about and singing their songs, no noises from the heavy traffic mere feet away from where I stand, no airplanes cutting seams into the otherwise-perfect blue sky, my ears ring with the deafening roar only I seem to hear.
As if made of glass, the atmosphere shatters and rips apart, plunging me into a realm of ice-cold, pitch black darkness.